Nightcomer - Wo Fat

Out on the corpseways, where the spirit and the living cross

You hold the cards in your hand, but Legba calls

Son, the dark gon' catch you out here, you’re gonna fall

Nightcomer

Dark Lover

You chose the road

Now she brings terror

Wall Street snake doctor, sent you here with greed in your eyes

Hecate waits on you, Black Shuck by her side

But the beauty’s fleeting, that she brings on her midnight ride

Nightcomer

Dark Lover

You chose the road

Now she brings terror

Bridge

It won’t be the throat slit at midnight

It will be the slow blade at dawn

You’re high on your black gold

Nightcomer done took your soul

Now your black bargain gonna bring us all down